9th Posted January 15, 2011 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xm4fk3yj22Y The right hand grips, the left hand slides.The pennies drop, the boxes glide.It never stops.She worked the lineblind. Folded, pushed,a pirouette.No thought, no joy, no regrets.A cigarette was hanging from a cordand every thousand boxesshe'd suck her reward...and find her island,but the siren howled.The whip crackedand a prepacked mountain pressed her neck.She'd switch to frantic, automatic.Clear the decks.Turn on, tune in,machine was hummingOMMMMMMMThe neon flashing laser blade was scratching...Turn on, tune in,machine was hummingOMMMMMMMThe neon flashing laser blade was scratching...O B E Y ! ! !No rest,no play,no time.She worked the line.The pay was fine.She'd find her island in Julyand find a rock to sit on...quietly hummingOMMMMMMMShe worked the line.The pay was fine.She'd find her island in Julyand find a rock to sit on...quietly hummingO B E Y ! ! ! 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
